The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1267
"Yes, I had a very pleasant chat with Mrs. Pompos just now. She also likes poets in the 19th century very much. You must know that there are not many lovers of Romantic poetry in Poland."

"Really? I happen to know something about the Polish youth movement. When it comes to romantic poetry, you must have talked about Mickiewicz. Many people like his "Ode to Youth", but I prefer his "Ancestral Sacrifice", especially the second part."

Bruce, who was holding a glass of wine, blinked slightly, and Schiller lowered his head and smiled and said, "That's right, in the second part of "Ancestral Sacrifice", the view on revenge is very interesting, breaking through the vagueness and ambiguity of most romantic poems. The fantasy of scarcity, which casts hatred and vengeance on the peasants' revolt against the landowners..."

When Schiller said the words "farmers against landowners," Bruce's eyes changed slightly, but he soon laughed again and said, "My favorite part , is a discussion of the moral standards established by folk conventions... What do you think is morality?"

Schiller didn't answer, and sure enough, Bruce covered his mouth with a wine glass as soon as the words fell, and said with a smile: "Oh, sorry, look, what did I take this for, it's just that I listened to March Sir said, you are a professor working at the FBI agent training academy, so I couldn't help asking you questions like a student."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't mind these boring sermons appearing at your private banquet, I have always insisted on a point of view on this..."

As soon as Schiller said this, he felt a shadow approaching behind him. When he turned his head, he saw Lincoln March's face.

This burly gentleman is wearing a well-tailored light suit. The neckline is cut in a retro style of the 18th century. He looks very energetic. His face is also very rosy, just like all businessmen, he looks full of vitality , can be put into work at any time.

"Mr. March, are you here?" Schiller took a step back slightly, and when he reached out to toast, he drew closer to Bruce, but was pulled away again. In order not to completely ignore the gentleman who suddenly joined the conversation, Schiller Le turned slightly to his side, no longer facing Bruce completely.

But from the corner of Schiller's vision, Bruce frowned slightly, apparently dissatisfied with the current atmosphere of the conversation.

"While it's easier to tell the truth in a private conversation, it can also reveal a side of a person in a public conversation."

"Obviously, Batman was planning to do this. He wanted to have some cultural, artistic and even philosophical discussions with Schiller at the banquet to get a more comprehensive understanding of the professor, but was interrupted by March."

Greed stood in the back row, leaning on the back of the chair in front of him and said, "March thought he was helping his temporary ally Schiller, but this made Batman focus on him."

"There's no doubt that Batman and March want to use Schiller, and Schiller wants to use them." Bruce's voice came from the front seat.

Everyone is staring at the screen, the subtle atmosphere between the three of them, as the disease says, in such a social occasion, everyone is using the atmosphere and changing the atmosphere, using some subtle changes in the atmosphere to express themselves Everyone is also reading the atmosphere and what others want to express.

Although Schiller took a slight step back on the screen, he immediately said, "During the psychological consultation yesterday... Oh, Mr. March, you said that you don't mind knowing what we're talking about, right?"

March narrowed his eyes slightly, but still kept his smile unchanged, and nodded reservedly, so Schiller said: "I talked with Mr. March yesterday about the tragedy of Mr. Urim, which is simply appalling. There is no doubt that such a terrible case has brought great psychological pressure to everyone, and I don't think it will be long before my phone yellow pages will have a lot of records."

Bruce frowned, and his face became serious. He said: "After I proposed a new round of investment plan for Gotham City, this city has never stopped. There is a mysterious killer organization that has started to kill people frequently. I Guess, their goal is to stop me from making Gotham better."

"Hey, Bruce, remember our last conversation?" March immediately continued: "When I just said that there may be a mysterious and ancient organization behind Gotham, that terrible killer directly Came in, he was coming for me, he didn't want me to tell you this."

Schiller glanced at the two of them immediately, and showed a puzzled expression, so Bruce spread out a hand and explained: "Mr. March and I met at the venue of the new round of Gotham investment plan."

"He is a very enthusiastic and energetic gentleman with a big family and a keen eye. He thinks that the plan I proposed can better change the city, so he confided to me his investment intention."

"Of course, of course I think so." March continued Bruce's words: "Although everyone says that Gotham is not safe, the economy here is not bad, or I am humble. On the entire east coast, Gotham The economic development of China is also one of the best, which all depends on the good operation of Wayne Group."

"As a businessman, I certainly know how to grasp the opportunity firmly. I thought that the new round of investment plan is really a great opportunity, so I made an appointment with Mr. Wayne and came to the Wayne Building on the day of the appointment. Talk to him about specific investment projects.”

"Of course, such a large-scale investment naturally needs to be prudent and prudent. I have no intention of questioning Mr. Wayne's ability, but there is one thing that worries me very much. In fact, there are several ancient families in Gotham. According to a legend, there is a mysterious and ancient force that controls Gotham and monitors everything here."

"When I was just talking about this, a terrifying killer in a strange costume and with torch-like eyes broke in through the window. He knocked me down and almost killed me. My injuries are still not healed."

March lowered his head and shook his head, as if feeling lingering fear, Bruce continued his words: "During the fight with them, I fell downstairs. Fortunately, there are certain security measures outside the Wayne Building. It was a horrible experience."

"To tell you the truth, when Mr. Wayne was recuperating, I carefully considered whether to stay here." March showed a somewhat embarrassed look, and Schiller heard him raise his voice and amplify the volume said:
"I do not deny that greed is the nature of businessmen. Everyone wants to make more money. This may seem rude, but it is the truth. But the truth is that everyone is afraid of death. I can't Taking the risk of being attacked by killers every day, participating in the investment, I think, everyone thinks so."

Apparently, March's voice spread far away, and Schiller could clearly hear the murmurs around him, and everyone turned their attention to Bruce Wayne.

"He's trying to force Batman to take a stand." Clark touched his chin and said, "I often see this kind of scene. Whenever the Ministry of Agriculture has something to do, the farmers will get together. At the party, everyone will take this kind of I looked at my dad, hoping he could explain and respond."

"How do you think Batman should respond?" Barry frowned, obviously feeling uncomfortable, he shook his head and said, "If you just emphasize, 'I will keep you safe', obviously Not strong enough, because March has already been injured by the killer, and Bruce Wayne himself almost fell from the upstairs, so no matter how guaranteed, it seems like a remedy after the past.”

"But if you explain in detail, it seems a little guilty." Constantine also wrinkled his eye muscles and said, "This will make him lose control of the scene. After all, high-ranking people don't need to explain."

"This is another trap of March." Bruce said calmly: "He must have something to do with the killer who stabbed him that day and made Batman fall from the upstairs, or it was simply arranged by him."

"He pretended to be an investor to participate in the investment plan, and deliberately showed great enthusiasm. He was the first to eat crabs, and then arranged an assassination plan to tell others with bitter tactics. If basic security cannot be guaranteed, don’t expect any results from this investment plan.”

"He deliberately chose to attack Wayne at his private banquet, because at this time, no matter how Bruce Wayne answered, he would be wrong."

"If you continue to emphasize as a high-ranking person, I will guarantee your safety, then March's injury and his own experience of almost falling to death are the best rebuttals, but if he explains it like a low-ranking person It was just an accident, then he wouldn't be in control anymore."

"And the key to breaking the game..." the greedy voice raised.

"...It's Schiller." Bruce's tone sank.

"Mr. Wayne, please allow me to interrupt."

In the banquet hall, Schiller suddenly made a sound. He raised his glass to greet the surroundings, and said: "During the conversation yesterday, Mr. March did not tell me that the matter has reached such a serious level. If I had known earlier , I would not advise him to seek therapy, but rather to contact the FBI immediately."

When the words "FBI" hit the ground, the atmosphere in the venue became condensed.

"Sorry, I'm a foreigner. I really don't understand. Isn't this kind of organized assassination a terrorist attack? Shouldn't this be under the jurisdiction of the FBI?"

Schiller made a very puzzled expression, and his tone also revealed deep puzzlement.

"There have been so many murders, and the matter has become so serious that even Mr. Wayne and Mr. March almost lost their lives. Shouldn't the federal law enforcement agencies be invited to intervene?"

"My friends, please don't be ashamed of this. This is a reasonable request of taxpayers. You pay so much tax every year, and a large part of it is awarded to the FBI. The meaning of their existence is to serve We solve problems, and now that such a vicious incident has happened, how come no one thinks of calling the police?"

There was disbelief in Schiller's tone. He moved slowly, seemingly inadvertently standing in front of Bruce, and the eyes of people here moved away one after another the moment they touched the professor's eyes. opened.

The gentlemen in suits and leather shoes looked up to study the patterns on the ceiling, and the elegantly dressed ladies looked down to study the fit between the toes of their high heels and the floor.

"Pfft!"

Clark laughed outright. He coughed lightly, looked at Bruce and said, "Why does this sound familiar? Did I advise some people to call the police?"

"Tell the people of Gotham to call the police—" Harry drew a long tone.

"It's better to kill them directly." Jason concluded neatly.

(End of this chapter)